I bought the .357 lever gun because it made me feel like something out of a better story. Stainless steel, walnut, a smooth little…
Read the storyThe Water Tastes Fine Until the Man Buckles Late June, 1849. You wake to the…
The folder was never just recipes, and after the last one Amos told the house…
I bought a flintlock because I wanted to be a patient man. That is the honest version. The other version,…
I killed a perfectly good buck in sixty degree weather and turned it into coyote food because I was too…
I shot a rifle for sixteen years before I bought my first pair of ear muffs. Not because I couldn’t…
I bought my first trail camera the way a man buys a lie detector for his own marriage. I had…
For fifteen years I believed wild food was a treasure hunt, and I only wanted the shiny stuff. Chanterelles glowing…
I bought my first baitcaster because I was tired of being looked at sideways. Every serious-looking man on the lake…
Early September, 1846. Fort Laramie waits behind you and the next post is two hundred miles ahead. You stand in…
The leather folder held seventeen recipes, and after the last one Amos told the whole household to flop the book…
For fifteen years I believed the rifle you carried said something about the kind of man you were. Not in…
